The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 3

by Maxim Jakubowski

  Ruth climbed off me. She pulled Mei Mei to her feet and hugged her.

  “I’m taking Mei Mei to bed to reward her for her hard work,” Ruth said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  This was outrageous behaviour, even by Ruth’s standards. I should have complained. I should have demanded to join them. I should have pushed Ruth to the floor and fucked her into submission. I just sat there looking stupid, my unwanted erection signalling my uselessness.

  As they reached the bedroom door I heard myself say, “Please.”

  It sounded sad and pathetic even to me.

  “Shall we let him watch, Mei Mei?” Ruth asked.

  “I would like to see him inside you,” Mei Mei said.

  It was the first time I had heard her speak. Her voice was soft and gentle. It made me want to smile.

  “Come along, David,” Ruth said, “if you are still hard after I’ve rewarded Mei Mei I will let you be my last fuck of the day.”

  I went to her like a recently scolded puppy being offered a bone.

  Ruth placed Mei Mei’s hand around my cock.

  “Hold on to that for me, Mei Mei. Don’t let him come.”

  Mei Mei smiled encouragingly and then she closed her fingers around me as if she was grasping a luggage handle. We made an absurd chain of need as Ruth led Mei Mei into the room by the hand and I was pulled along behind them.

  Ruth arranged us both on the bed, side by side. Mei Mei kept her finger and thumb around the base of my cock. Her arm was a line of heat across my belly.

  “Watch and learn how to please a woman, David,” Ruth said.

  Ruth leant over Mei Mei, her knee between Mei Mei’s legs, and tilted her long black hair until it stroked Mei Mei’s breasts and belly. It was the only part of her touching Mei Mei. Slowly Ruth increased the speed at which her hair moved across Mei Mei’s flesh until she was tossing her head from side to side and almost whipping Mei Mei with her mane.

  I hadn’t realised how hard Mei Mei had been gripping me until Ruth finally held her head still and Mei Mei sighed and relaxed her hand a little. Mei Mei’s nipples were hard and her eyes were closed.

  Looking at me, Ruth lowered her face towards Mei Mei and kissed her on the forehead. She stroked Mei Mei’s face with the tips of her fingers, brushing her lips with her thumb. Mei Mei suckled it slowly, gratefully.

  Ruth withdrew her thumb and used it to trace a wet trail between Mei Mei’s breasts and down over her belly. Mei Mei closed the rest of her fingers around my cock and seemed to hold her breath. Ruth let the moment of silent stillness grow until it was almost unbearable and then she finally took Mei Mei. Her tongue pushed its way into Mei Mei’s mouth at the same time that two of her fingers entered her cunt. Mei Mei’s back arched.

  Ruth rested most of her weight on the hand that gripped Mei Mei’s sex. I could see how she used her thumb to circle Mei Mei’s clit as she worked two and then three fingers in and out, spreading Mei Mei wide and seeming to try and scoop the juices out of her.

  I wanted to move but I didn’t dare. I could smell Mei Mei’s sex, see the sweat forming on her brow. Precome started to seep from my cock. I did my best to hold back.

  Ruth was in rut mode now. She had trapped Mei Mei’s thigh between her own and was working herself against it, all the time staring at Mei Mei and muttering, “Come for momma, baby, come for momma.”

  Then, like a bird of prey, she descended upon Mei Mei’s right nipple and savaged it between her teeth. Mei Mei’s grip on my cock was so tight it was painful. She was groaning and raising one shoulder off the bed like a wrestler resisting being pinned. Ruth’s palm was slapping against Mei Mei’s mound almost fast enough to be applause.

  Mei Mei let out a long soft sigh, her body went limp and she lay there as still as the dead. Ruth stopped and looked at her, more with curiosity than fear. “Well, well, a come coma. I haven’t seen one of those up close before,” she said.

  Mei Mei’s eyes fluttered open. She let go of my cock for the first time since all this began and gently held Ruth’s face.

  “Thank you,” she said, kissing Ruth on the lips. “Thank you.”

  Even Ruth showed some emotion at Mei Mei’s gratitude; she smiled at her and ruffled her hair.

  When Ruth made to get off the bed, Mei Mei said, “Wait! Please. I want to see him inside you. Please. I want to do something special.”

  Ruth looked as if she’d forgotten I was there.

  “OK,” Ruth said, “it looks like you’ve kept him harder than usual and I’d like to find out what ‘special’ means. Let’s do it – or should I say him?”

  Mei Mei kissed me quickly on the cheek and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll like this.” Then she scrambled down the bed until she was facing my cock, her body pressed into my side.

  “I’m going to help him fuck you,” she said, sounding delighted with herself.

  She pressed the index and second fingers of her left hand along the underside of my cock, so that the tips of the fingers were pushing up into the soft crown of the head and my balls were cupped in her palm.

  “Please, lower yourself onto us,” Mei Mei said.

  “That’s going to be a tight squeeze. I mean, I know he’s only average size but will you both fit?”

  “Please,” Mei Mei said.

  Very slowly, Ruth lowered herself onto me. Mei Mei’s fingers were small but the extra width they generated made Ruth a very tight fit.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ruth said, “that’s what a cock should feel like.”

  Mei Mei grinned, gave Ruth a quick kiss on the clit and said, “You’ll like the next part.”

  Mei Mei used her fingers to roll the head of my cock against Ruth’s G-spot. The sensation was intense and I wanted to come at once. I also wanted this to go on forever.

  Ruth was biting her lip and pulling at her nipples, eyes closed in concentration. She looked magnificent.

  I couldn’t hold out any longer. Sperm started a rush from my balls and up my cock, a huge wave of energy battering through me.

  Mei Mei took my release as the cue for her coup de grace. She sucked Ruth’s clit into her mouth and started to worry it like a dog with a rabbit. I’d never felt Ruth contract so much or so often. She was so far gone that she bit her lip. A narrow ribbon of scarlet traced its way over the edge of her chin.

  Mei Mei withdrew her hand and Ruth’s cunt suddenly felt cavernous around my shrinking cock. She positioned herself behind Ruth, her arms under Ruth’s armpits, her hands on Ruth’s breasts and kissed her wounded lip. She eased Ruth off me and laid her on the bed, stroking her head until Ruth slipped into sleep.

  “I have to go now,” Mei Mei said.

  She reached for her clothes, which lay on the chair next to the bed. By the time she had slipped into her skirt and T-shirt, I was standing next to the bed, still a little dazed by the way I’d spent the afternoon.

  Mei Mei stretched up and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks, David. Tell Ruth I’ll call her. You were both wonderful.” She waved as she went out the door. Standing naked, spent and confused, I waved back, trying for a smile.

  Ruth slept for 20 minutes. I covered her with a duvet. I knew I should have been angry with her, she’d treated me very badly, but I also knew that I deserved it.

  We’d really loved one another once. Then, two years ago, I spoiled things. I had an affair, less than an affair, a one-night stand with an old friend I’d met by chance. I didn’t think to use a condom. I never imagined that I might pass on a disease to Ruth that would rob her of the child she had always wanted and rob me of my wife’s affection.

  In Ruth’s eyes I had rejected her as a lover and destroyed her as a mother with the one act of betrayal. Her promiscuity started as a means of punishing me. Now I’m not sure what drives her to it. We’ve made an accommodation of sorts, people always do, but there is an undercurrent of regret and anger and guilt that could sweep us away at any time.

  “I don’t know what you’re looking so glum about.”
Ruth said, when she woke. “You just got your rocks off twice in one night. That must be some kind of record for you. I’m going to get a shower. Then I’m going to sleep.”

  I knew what that meant. I made my way to the guest bedroom. Laying there, replaying the sex in my head, I wondered what it was that Ruth really wanted and whether or not she’d found it.

  Mei Mei didn’t come back to the house again, but I knew that Ruth had stayed at her house at least three times over the next two weeks. Ruth didn’t share the details with me. She seemed a bit distracted. Her smile was brittle and she was drinking more than usual. I avoided asking questions. I’d long ago lost the right to hold Ruth to account.

  Then this morning, the pattern changed. Ruth couldn’t quite hide the tension in her voice when she said, “We’re going to Mei Mei’s house tonight. It will be a lot of fun.”

  Even staying quiet doesn’t always keep me out of trouble. Ruth stepped close to me and said, “I’m sick of your wimpy silences, David. You should be glad I’m including you. I hope that, for once, I can depend on you to behave properly. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head and she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. It was a wild kiss, almost a bite. When it was over she said, “Don’t let me down, David. Not again.”

  So now I’m standing way too close to a large Swedish guy and watching my wife undo the buttons on Mei Mei’s dress. I should be having a good time but I feel like an impostor in their company. I’m the sort of guy who reads CD titles in the kitchen at parties. I’ve never felt comfortable hanging out with the cool kids.

  Lars lifts his arm off my shoulders, but things get worse when he taps my bum and says, “Let’s get out of these clothes and show the girls why a woman needs a man like a fish needs water.”

  The “girls” stop fondling each other and watch Lars as he pulls off his T-shirt. His chest is completely smooth, he has a six-pack stomach and oh my God he has nipple rings. That’s enough to make my balls retract. I hate the idea of being pierced.

  I’m still unbuttoning my shirt when Lars climbs out of his jeans. I don’t want to look at his cock but I can’t help it. He’s not erect yet but it’s already clear that he’s longer and thicker than I am. And the bloody man shaves his pubes. Even on his balls.

  I stop getting undressed. I’m not at all sure I want to be here.

  Lars pulls the foreskin back on his cock. His fist is wrapped around it below the head but there’s plenty of meat still visible.

  “OK, who’d like first lick?”

  Something in the way he says that makes me certain that I’m included in the invitation. He grins at me. I look away. I’m relieved when he walks towards Ruth and Mei Mei, his cock bouncing ludicrously in front of him.

  “Into position, girls. You know what I want.”

  The women have slipped out of their dresses. Mei Mei kneels on the sofa. In a move that looks practised, Ruth sits astride Mei Mei’s thighs, facing her and then lays back with her head over the edge of the sofa. Mei Mei lifts Ruth’s legs so that Ruth can hook her knees over Mei Mei’s shoulders. With a smile, Mei Mei lowers her head and starts to lap gently at Ruth’s sex.

  “Don’t they make a pretty picture, David?” Lars says. “Push your tits together, Ruth, and let’s show David the new tricks you’ve learned.”

  I’ve already realised that they’ve fucked before. This is where Ruth has been spending her time.

  Ruth’s eyes are on me as Lars straddles her. He pushes his obscenely large cock between her breasts and she presses them tightly together for him. Then, slowly and deliberately, she lifts her head, extends her tongue and starts to lick his arsehole.

  I can’t read the expression in her eyes. It’s not pleasure, or fear. It looks more like resignation.

  “You know, David, it’s impolite to fuck a man’s wife without asking his permission.” As he speaks, Lars is pushing backwards and forwards between Ruth’s breasts. Ruth is doing her best to find his anus or his balls with her tongue.

  “So I decided to show Ruth how a real man fucks. Seems like she hasn’t been fucked properly in a long time. In fact, when we met, I don’t think she’d ever had it up the arse at all.”

  I move closer to them, not sure what to do next. I’m trying to figure out what Ruth wants. I’ve been trying to figure out what Ruth wants ever since I betrayed her.

  “Did you know that Ruth is good at deep throating? Well, I guess in your case it wouldn’t really be that deep, would it?”

  Lars steps back a little. Ruth lies with her throat in a straight line, her eyes on me, her mouth wide open. Lars grunts as he slides his cock into her throat. He does it four or five times. Ruth really can take all of him. She doesn’t gag but her eyes seem moist. I don’t know if this is an involuntary reaction or an emotional one.

  Mei Mei has stopped licking Ruth now. She is looking at me. She seems sad.

  “Get ready for it, baby,” Lars says. He is out of Ruth’s throat now, fiercely stroking himself in front of her face. Ready to spray all over her, like a dog marking territory.

  I am still holding my half empty bottle of Bud. It doesn’t break when it hits Lars, but it is very effective at knocking him out.

  Mei Mei scrambles to Lars’ aid, pushing Ruth out of her way.

  I reach down and help Ruth to her feet. I wrap her dress around her. She is shaking.

  “You hit him.”

  “Yes, I suppose I did.”

  She is under my arm. We are heading for the door.

  “You might have killed him.”

  “Yes.”

  We stop. She looks at me, searching for something in my face that she seems to find.

  “Thank you,” she says, and wraps her arms around me.

  As I bundle her into the car I let myself hope that I may finally have become someone that Ruth wants.

  Cat

  Anya Wassenberg

  The cell always rings when it’s hardest to get at, not just driving, but turning some tight corner or in the middle of an intersection. Here I’m trying to get into this goddamn parking spot at the golf course and it shrieks from inside my bag.

  “Hello?”

  “Cat? It’s Jimmy.”

  “Jimmy? So what’s the good word?”

  “Not just a word, Cat. I’ve got a special proposal for you today.”

  “Just hang on a sec.” I steer with my left hand into an empty parking spot by the exit, setting the phone on the passenger seat while I manoeuvre the car into place. “OK, shoot.”

  “This one’s video.”

  “Video?”

  “Cat, honey, I know what you think, and you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t something special.” Jimmy hesitates. Fucking videos, it’s no better than when I was working for the Agency, for Christ’s sake – I told him I was sick of giving blow jobs to ugly jerks. “This one’s a threesome, Cat, you and an older guy and some young chick. It’s $750 US for about three hours’ work, and the guy blows his load nowhere near you.”

  “OK, so I’m listening.”

  “You play the school principal, they wanted an attractive older woman and my first thought was you,” he says.

  “I’m touched,” I reply with a short laugh, and Jimmy’s encouraged.

  “It starts out with you on the phone, the guy’s supposed to be calling you about his daughter. Then he meets you at your place, it looks like you guys are going to get into it. There’s some penetration, but only a couple of minutes. Then the young chick comes in, his ‘daughter’, and the two of you start doing her.”

  I laugh out loud.

  “Great story. Somebody’s getting paid to write this shit?” I ask between chuckles.

  “Hell, I guess they are, honey. I sure didn’t make it up. And like I said, he cums all over her face, nowhere near you. You’re at the other end. She’s a real sweetheart, this girl. Nineteen years old, very pretty.”

  “When’s this supposed to happen?”

  “Next month, either Buffal
o or TO.”

  “Well, OK, do some more talking with these people. I’ll call you when I get home and let you know what my schedule looks like.”

  “Great, Cat,” Jimmy gushes. “I told you it was something special.”

  “OK, Jimmy. I guess you can call it special if you want,” and I laugh again. “I’ll get back to you later.”

  “Right. Talk soon.” And he hangs up.

  I set the phone down on the seat and finally get the car straightened out, looking around as I do. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Niagara-on-the-Lake. Niagara-on-the-Take, as some of the locals call it. Kindve an upscale party town, with some nice hotels and fine dining along with stores full of expensive clothes and curiosities. Its where I used to come to hide out, back in the days when I was working for the Agency over in Niagara Falls. Because where the Falls is neon and new hotels, Niagara-on-the-Lake is all small town Victorian quaintness, even with all the tourists. To get to the golf course you leave the main drag, the press of cars and humanity, turn off to a side street and follow the river to the club house. The oldest golf course in North America, so they say. So Randy used to tell me, at any rate. Randy the travelling salesman – lab equipment or something like that, he used to try and describe it to me sometimes. A regular from back in the days. Sold lab equipment all over the place but somehow he knew about every golf course from Niagara Falls to Windsor to Ottawa.

  There’s a foursome heading by me as I get out of the car and lock up, they pass me on their way to the club house.

  “She still looks good,” the youngest at mid forty or so says appreciatively.

  He’s looking at my car, a 97 Cutlass Supreme SL, fully loaded and still gleaming white. Flawless in the bright sunshine.

  “She’s holding up pretty well,” I agree with a smile at all four of them.

  This time, he’s looking at me.

  “I’ll say!”

  It elicits a laugh from me and his three compadres too. I hesitate, fiddling with keys while I let them get to the clubhouse before me, get settled at a table to order drinks and forget about me and my car. That’s all I need when I’m trying to do a job, for Christ’s sake, is a bunch of holidaying yuppies trying to get naughty while the wives are maxing out credit cards on imported linens and china. After a few minutes, I make my way in quietly, pulling up a seat at the end of the bar.